In a country tavern.

The sound of drinking, the noise, and the swearing of people in the mood all filled the house, and the muddy air and the smoke of cigarette smoke made it difficult to see the furnishings inside.

With a lot of anger, the man strode in from the outside.

Without looking, he walked straight to the corner of the tavern, vigorously pushing away the drunk people in front of him, and he didn't pay attention to the people's subconscious complaints and curses, until—

He finally saw a silent young man sitting straight with his back to the wall.

The scepter he usually kept in his hand was placed on the old wooden table, and in his hand it was just the strongest wine, and he also took small sips, like a noble son.

No one was close to him, not even talking, making him even more out of place.

It's not that those people don't want to take the opportunity to flatter, it's just that the young man won't talk to anyone at all, even if he is not afraid of embarrassment and stays next to him to talk, but if he is angry, he will directly say nothing and make that person completely lose his voice.

So now, no one dares to question him, no one dares to ask.

Hum.

The man sneered, and he still didn't believe it.

"Brown."

He shouted, and the noise around him was silent for a moment, and many eyes looked at him either explicitly or secretly.

The boy ignored him and continued to drink.

"Hey! I say! ”

The strong man propped his hands on the table in such a way that the table he had become acquainted with shook him.

His voice was rough, with a deep sense of resentment, looking down at the young man with an indifferent face who didn't seem to care at all, full of oppression.

"Brown." He tugged at the corners of his mouth in displeasure, "Why did you kill our people." ”

For a while, the eyes that gathered here silently became even worse.

Seeing that he still ignored him, the man angrily wanted to snatch the wine glass from his hand, but the other party lazily lifted his eyelids and looked at him coldly, and the action froze in mid-air.

"That's our mission!" As a last resort, he withdrew his hand and gritted his teeth, "We were ordered by the Magic Association to kill that Ann Hatfilia, why did you kill our people last time?!" ”

He paused, and his eyes showed suspicion and horror again, "Could it be that you interfered in the previous failures of the attacks?!" ”

"As I said, don't touch the people I'm going to kill." The young man didn't admit or deny it, but instead held the wine glass with one hand, unconsciously played with it, and threw a look over with a smile, "You scum can just continue to do those dirty things, don't cross the line." ”

"It's really you!" The man's eyes widened, and he didn't even bother to pay attention to the mockery and insults behind him, and pointed at him, "You dare to disobey the president's instructions!" ”

"Oh, shut up, idiot." The boy seemed to not want to talk about it any longer, and put down his wine glass, "Tell me about whether the president you are talking about is the president of the Dark Arts Guild or the president of the Magic Association?" ”

"You!"

"Say no more, Eddie." A young man interrupted.

"Justin!" As if he had found the backbone of the heart, the man immediately turned back to complain, but the previous anger turned into meekness and docility, "We are obviously under the orders of the president......" Looking at the young man's cold eyes, he changed his words, "...... It was the people above who told us to kill the girl, and we were already scolded for not completing the task several times, and Brown was still ......"

"You just listen to him."

"Huh?"

"Brown is right." The young man smiled, "Let's say we're just ordinary dark magicians, but it's nothing to do with the Magic Association, and don't call us the wrong ......" The man lowered his head slightly.

"And since you have other tasks to persuade those great magisters, don't care about such a little princess."

"Didn't you hear Brown say that? He-would-kill-. Justin softly lengthened his voice, emphasizing word by word, and chuckled again, "So don't bother anyone else." ”

"After all, our Anthony Brown is a famous teenager, how many people have thanked him for his rescue, and even the Magic Association values him."

"The Magic Guild clearly values Justin's ...... you"

"Eddie, don't talk nonsense." Justin denied it, but the corners of his mouth curled up with pleasure, "I don't have anything to do with the Magic Association......

Everyone didn't speak, but they all knew very well in their hearts that Justin had a lot to do with the association.

He was raised in the Magical Society since he was a child.

If they had read Hawke Sr.'s letter, they would have known that Justin was one of those test subjects—the child who caused a man-made disaster when he awakened magic because of his natural aptitude.

- These are the most powerful subordinates of the future they found in their search for Her Royal Highness.

And it is.

As far as Justin is concerned, because of his strong talent for magic, he was assigned devouring magic at the beginning, but he didn't expect the effect to be unexpectedly good, and even at the age of twelve or thirteen, he was able to completely deprive O'Connor, the president of the Children of Doom, of his magic, with the help of others, and then deprived him of two kinds of magic.

So much so that everyone privately speculated that when the Magic Guild completely took control of the country one day, Justin might also become the new heir of the Magic Guild.

Anthony was not interested in any of this and got up to leave, but was stopped by Justin.

"Although knowing Brown's ability can make the people above trust you, not assigning you tasks, letting you do your own thing as you want, and even telling you in advance that you have not been told by the public. But I have a few suggestions. ”

He was pretending to be polite.

"Her Royal Highness the little princess's magic is really good, the president of the Sky Realm was injured and became like that, and now there is nothing to do, you have to have a snack." He patted him on the shoulder, "If you miss, then I'll have to help you kill her, and the people of the Sky Realm." ”

"After all, I'm still familiar with it." He hooked his lips, his eyelashes drooping slightly, and watched as the boy clenched his scepter, chuckling and pretending to remember.

"Oh, yes, that's your former president and companion, look at my memory."

"But I don't think you care anymore, after all, they want you to forget your enemies, go back like a fool, and be controlled by them, and you will be angry."

"Justin."

Anthony finally spoke, his eyes cold as he lifted his hand off his shoulder.

"You don't have to worry about all this."

"Naturally, I'll kill them."